You're a foolish romancer
You're hopeful and brave
Your private adventures
Will lead to your graves
It's all an illusion
It's all a secret game
Whatever your reasons
You spend them in style
You're young and delightful
Wishful and wild
There's only one thing though
You're running out of time
Out of time
Internal congestion oh what a mess
The smiles and the laughter
Should fool all the rest
You're a foolish romancer
We know you're doing your best
The signs had told you
That she was the one
Not many like her , Under the sun
It would have been forever
But now she's on the run
She's on the run